In the quiet of the heart, no stress can reside . . . only joy, power, and hope.
During the 1992 Ironman competition, I used a technique Brant taught me to win my third title. As I transitioned into the marathon portion of the competition, my mind began to race too. It was the kind of unfocused mental chatter that gets going and becomes extremely distracting. At the time, I was about five and a half hours into the event, and I found myself running behind a steely competitor named Cristián Bustos of Chile. His reputation as a strong endurance runner had made me fearful before the race. During the opening miles of the marathon, as I watched him pull ahead of me, the fear became severe and I took on defeated-type ...